Nothing Sacred (FBI Agent Dan Hammer Series Book 1) by Douglas Wickard Page B
Authors: Douglas Wickard
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Dan blamed himself for Wallace’s death. The “what if’s” tended to haunt him. The price he paid for packing a pistol. Being a detective. What if he’d been quicker? Known sooner? Taken the first shot? Would Wallace still be around? Dan wondered.
And then, the ultimate question…
What if Dan would have lost the toss?
1:36 AM
June 15, 2007
MUSC
6
“George, is that you?”
George was in deep shit! The minute he heard Edna’s voice, he knew he was knee high in a pile of manure. “Edna? Honey?”
“Don’t you honey me?”
The line went dead.
Edna hung up on him. Whadaya think about that? George reached into his pants pocket for another couple of quarters. As God was his witness, this was his punishment. All those Thursday nights, dropping Edna off at that stupid church, watchin’ her waddle up those six cement steps. God will have no mercy on him this time.
George tried depositing the quarters into the pay phone, but his hands were shaking so badly, he dropped one. Damn thing. It rolled into the main lobby of the Emergency Room. George scrambled for it. He hunkered down on all fours, like an anteater, close to the floor. He retrieved the coin and walked back to try again. This time he stabilized his trembling hand so he wouldn’t drop it. He punched in the number and listened for the ring. Surprisingly enough, Edna picked up.
George started talking. Quickly. Rambling would be a better way to describe it. “Edna, now before you hang up on me, you just hear me out…”
Edna sighed. “George, I am so tired of listening to you.”
“Edna,” George pleaded, “listen to me, honey. Please.”
“Where are you, George?”
“I’m down at the hospital. The Medical University. In Charleston.”
“If you had any idea what kinda’ nightmare you put me through tonight…” Pause. “Where?”
Her tone changed. George could visualize her, standing by the wall phone, hand on her hip, just waiting to pick a fight. Then, slowly, slowly… dropping her arm down to her side.
“Downtown. At the Medical University,” he answered.
“Are you okay?”
George had scared her. She felt guilty. The tables had turned for a brief nanosecond. Take advantage of it. “I’m fine.”
“Then what are you doing there? What’s going on, George?”
“I’m being questioned…”
“Questioned? By who? For what?”
“Edna, I found a girl on Old Towne Road…”
“A girl? What in the devil were you doin’ out on Old Towne Road?”
George stumbled on this one. What was he supposed to say? Well, Edna, I went to this pussy place and this girl, well honey, she sucked my dick. Just thinking about it gave him a tug from his pecker. “Passing time, Edna. Just waiting to come, I mean, waitin’ to pick you up. There was this white thing flitting around in the woods out there. You know, by the movie theater. The one we saw Enchanted at?”
“Yes, George.” She sounded like Wilma from the Flintstones . He hated it when she took that tone of voice. It made him want to have a friend like Barney. They didn’t have many friends.
“I saved a girl’s life tonight, Edna.”
“From what?”
“I don’t know. They’re taking me over to Lockwood precinct for some questioning.”
“You’re not in any trouble are you, George?”
“Edna, I saved a girl’s life tonight. I’m probably gonna be in the paper tomorrow. I’m a hero. I’m just waiting here until the detective arrives.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do while you’re being Superman, George? I haven’t eaten yet.”
That’s all she ever thought about. Food. Always thinking about her damn stomach. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, hon. Promise.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Edna, I promise.”
Long pause. Maybe Edna actually missed him. “Well, be careful, George.
And then, the ultimate question…
What if Dan would have lost the toss?
1:36 AM
June 15, 2007
MUSC
6
“George, is that you?”
George was in deep shit! The minute he heard Edna’s voice, he knew he was knee high in a pile of manure. “Edna? Honey?”
“Don’t you honey me?”
The line went dead.
Edna hung up on him. Whadaya think about that? George reached into his pants pocket for another couple of quarters. As God was his witness, this was his punishment. All those Thursday nights, dropping Edna off at that stupid church, watchin’ her waddle up those six cement steps. God will have no mercy on him this time.
George tried depositing the quarters into the pay phone, but his hands were shaking so badly, he dropped one. Damn thing. It rolled into the main lobby of the Emergency Room. George scrambled for it. He hunkered down on all fours, like an anteater, close to the floor. He retrieved the coin and walked back to try again. This time he stabilized his trembling hand so he wouldn’t drop it. He punched in the number and listened for the ring. Surprisingly enough, Edna picked up.
George started talking. Quickly. Rambling would be a better way to describe it. “Edna, now before you hang up on me, you just hear me out…”
Edna sighed. “George, I am so tired of listening to you.”
“Edna,” George pleaded, “listen to me, honey. Please.”
“Where are you, George?”
“I’m down at the hospital. The Medical University. In Charleston.”
“If you had any idea what kinda’ nightmare you put me through tonight…” Pause. “Where?”
Her tone changed. George could visualize her, standing by the wall phone, hand on her hip, just waiting to pick a fight. Then, slowly, slowly… dropping her arm down to her side.
“Downtown. At the Medical University,” he answered.
“Are you okay?”
George had scared her. She felt guilty. The tables had turned for a brief nanosecond. Take advantage of it. “I’m fine.”
“Then what are you doing there? What’s going on, George?”
“I’m being questioned…”
“Questioned? By who? For what?”
“Edna, I found a girl on Old Towne Road…”
“A girl? What in the devil were you doin’ out on Old Towne Road?”
George stumbled on this one. What was he supposed to say? Well, Edna, I went to this pussy place and this girl, well honey, she sucked my dick. Just thinking about it gave him a tug from his pecker. “Passing time, Edna. Just waiting to come, I mean, waitin’ to pick you up. There was this white thing flitting around in the woods out there. You know, by the movie theater. The one we saw Enchanted at?”
“Yes, George.” She sounded like Wilma from the Flintstones . He hated it when she took that tone of voice. It made him want to have a friend like Barney. They didn’t have many friends.
“I saved a girl’s life tonight, Edna.”
“From what?”
“I don’t know. They’re taking me over to Lockwood precinct for some questioning.”
“You’re not in any trouble are you, George?”
“Edna, I saved a girl’s life tonight. I’m probably gonna be in the paper tomorrow. I’m a hero. I’m just waiting here until the detective arrives.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do while you’re being Superman, George? I haven’t eaten yet.”
That’s all she ever thought about. Food. Always thinking about her damn stomach. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, hon. Promise.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Edna, I promise.”
Long pause. Maybe Edna actually missed him. “Well, be careful, George.
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